First off, I want to make it perfectly clear, writers are not in competition with one another. We are each our own unique writer with different experiences and talents.
With that said, I’m going to talk about fruit and… stuff.
Especially, strawberries and tomatoes. (For those who are going to argue that a tomato is not a fruit, you can find that discussion in the file marked May, 10, 1893)
So, you have strawberries. You love them. They go on cake, they go in yogurt, they can be deliciously tart or sweet.
Overall, if you’re not allergic to them, they belong everywhere.
Like, jelly on toast.
I like strawberries.
Then you have the tomato. It’s yummy too! Not sweet. But tasty.
You put it in pasta, on salads, in a sandwich. Wonderful in it's own way, but different. Still good.
Now, each one of us has different tastes. For me, if some offered me a choice of a strawberry or tomato, I’d take the strawberry.
I’m sure you’re wondering how this relates to writing.
I read a book that was totally a strawberry! In every way crafted so that each word was delectable and you could savor it word for word.
It made me realize something.
I’m a tomato. Lol
It’s not a bad thing. Being a tomato isn’t bad. It’s different.
A lot of readers like tomatoes. (Wink)
But what I’m getting at is, even though this book was totally awesome, it was different focusing on descriptions and feelings, (or monologue) while I tend to do a lot of dialogue.
Both good techniques, just different.
You see, I struggle with comparing. That, I’m not good enough. I suck.
There isn't an author alive who doesn't go through this.
Each and every time I have to realize, it’s not about being better or worse. It's about being the best writer you can be. You. Not what Sally or Mary (Sorry Mary) or Tom has done, it's what you can bring to the book world.
Each and every story or craft a writer writes, it’s delectable. (With a good editor by their side)
We refine it. Baby it. And then send it out to the world for readers to sink their teeth into.
We have to want it. Strive for it. Practice and study.
So, I’m a tomato.
Proud to be here.
Attn: For those of you looking for the file May 10, 1893, I lied. I don’t have one. But look up the date. You might find the read fascinating.
Welcome to my nonsense!